The Mighty Belthazor

"It's going to be between both of you and the Troopers soon," Walter said, glancing to make sure Logan didn't jump him and staying between the two.

"I don't really like either of you right now, but I'm thinking that Phoebe doesn't want to end this night visiting you in jail, Bel."

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Bel twitched at the mention of Phoebe. He'd wanted this to be the perfect night for her, since it was their anniversary and all, but Logan had to show up and ruin his mood. "Somehow jail is a small price to pay for kicking his ass," he snapped.

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Really, this would be so much easier if he could just cut their arms off.

That probably wouldn't go over well on the whole "not misusing your weapons" front.

"Ruining Homecoming for your girlfriend is a small price, too?"

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"It'll probably make her night," Bel sneered. "She's got no love for Echolls, either."

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"True," Logan said to Walter. "She didn't like the vibrator I gave her. Guess I should've picked out the extra-mini, like she's used to."

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What Walter did next had nothing to do with Bel and everything to do with Phoebe. He spun with a speed that wasn't even close to human and grabbed for Logan intending to throw and pin him on the ground.

If Bel interpreted that as Walter taking his side, though, he was wrong.

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Bel grinned. "Thanks, Walter," he said, moving forward. Kicking a guy while he was down was not beneath him. He aimed a kick at Logan's gut.

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Oh hell no. Walter had Logan pinned and this wasn't war. He whipped a pair of wires around Bel's legs and pulled. Bel should be very happy that Walter's been practicing. He probably won't even ruin the guy's tux.

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A late night stroll had been the plan. The noises had attracted his attention, and it was now that the Doctor arrived on the scene to see what looked like Walter attempting to mug two people.

"Excuse me, Mister Dornez, but would you mind telling me exactly what the hell you are doing?"

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Walter grunted in annoyance and twitched his fingers to pull the wires back in. "I'm keeping these two idiots from beating the hell out of each other. Or one idiot from beating the hell out of the other."

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Bel glared at Walter as he slowly got back to his feet, but he didn't go for an immediately attack, not with a teacher now on the scene. "We were just having a disagreement," he said to the Doctor. "Nothing you need to worry about."

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Logan stood up slowly and painfully. "We're fine," he said shortly.

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The Doctor rolled his eyes, getting a fairly good idea of what was going on.

"Are you going to continue to have a disagreement if I leave, or should I wait here patiently until you amicably leave each other alone?"

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Walter stood up and brushed off his trousers. He was watching both combatants, but had a feeling this was probably just about over.

This had been a great night.

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Bel shot Logan a dark look. "You're so damn lucky," he said in a low voice. "But now you can go crying to Angel to kiss it and make it better."

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Logan gave Bel a furious look. "You can suck my cock," he said in a low voice.

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Bel smirked. Not quite the reaction he was expecting, but...interesting. "No thanks," he said. "I know where it's been."

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"Boy, you can just taste the unresolved sexual tension, can't you? Oh, wait, that's stupidity, isn't it? Would you two run along like good boys, before I get the nerve up to do something rash?"

The Doctor was not pleased.

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"Whatever," Bel said in disgust. He picked up his coat and dug his cigarettes out of the pocket, pulled one out, and conjured a small fireball to light it. After taking a couple puffs, he looked at Logan. "We'll finish this later," he promised. "Tell Angel I say hi." He walked away.

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Logan rolled his eyes at the theatrics and stalked off in the other direction.

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Walter went to retrieve the cigarette he'd dropped a minute or three ago.

He was in an absolutely fabulous mood now.

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"Humans," the Doctor said, shaking his head. "Typical. Absolutely typical."

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Walter shrugged and blew a cloud of smoke. "You know you like us."

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"And that is the final proof of my insanity," the Doctor said. "Good night, Mister Dornez. Please don't mug anyone else tonight, that's a good fellow."

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